I took Miss Helen out last nightTo look at the starry sky.You want to know what I did then? Well,To be honest, so do I.
Flash Fiction
Snippet: Cavorite Field
“It’s okay," Master Sunvyer said, holding up an airy hand. "No need to panic. I've got the Cavorite field up." "Will that help?!" Hendry asked, peering out the window at the ground rushing by far below. "Of course," Sunvyer said soothingly. "It completely shields us from the effects of gravity. Though not inertia, I'm afraid, … Continue reading Snippet: Cavorite Field
A Christmas Eve Tale
A small Christmas present up on Noble Cobra Magazine: a quick story that came to me last night and which I whipped up on the spot. Pushing, shoving, shouting. So many people! Last minute shoppers, making their rush on Christmas Eve. The clutched their shirts, video games, expensive toys, and groceries as if they were … Continue reading A Christmas Eve Tale
Flash Fiction: Far From Home
It was blazing hot, as it always was here. Marcus’s armour felt heavy, and his mind was slow as he by the line of women doing their washing in the Nile. As he looked over them, his eyes fell a little boy sitting by the river while his mother washed her laundry in the shallows … Continue reading Flash Fiction: Far From Home
Flash-Fiction: Gotta Eat
Ritter watched Chloe entering the library. She was a sweet thing; a blooming, innocent seventeen. Just what he liked. She was a regular at the library, of course. That was why he had chosen it. A comfortable, safe place where her guard would be down. Chloe walked up a long row of shelves, as though … Continue reading Flash-Fiction: Gotta Eat
Flash Fiction: Lost and Found
The store was a total loss. John had watched all night as his life’s endeavor was consumed in fire, the flames greedily feasting upon the oils and canvases of irreplaceable paintings, while sculptures cracked and shattered in the heat. Now, ignoring the warnings of the firemen, he walked among the sodden ashes of his life. … Continue reading Flash Fiction: Lost and Found
Flash Fiction: A Roll of Quarters
Allan anxiously fingered the roll of quarters in his pocket – his whole gaming allowance for the week – as he waited in line at the arcade snack counter. Was he really going to do this? One guy ahead of him in the line. Sarah was ringing him up, her curly brown hair falling over … Continue reading Flash Fiction: A Roll of Quarters
Serpent's Den 